“Come, Thou fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace”

A hymn written by R. Robinson


Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
   Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
   Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
   Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! — O Fix me on it! —
   Mount of God's unchanging love.


Here I raise my Ebenezer,
   Higher by Thine help I'm come,
And I hope by Thy good pleasure
   Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
   Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
   Interposed His precious blood.


Oh, to grace how great a debtor,
   Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
   Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee.
Prone to wander — Lord, I feel it —
   Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, oh take and seal it —
   Seal it from Thy courts above.